Bearclaw Valley and i heard you're coming back to life for the fourth

@Midar @Alarian hope the PP is ok, pm if i need to adjust

caiaphas wondered at fate's fickle sense of humor. not even a month prior, she had set from bearclaw valley, with eyes northeast to the sea. and here she was weeks later, having her progress frustrated by none other than the irrevocable: mother nature.

it seemed little in her life had gone in her favor, so why would it change now? at least she had her (somewhat) returning health. rusalka would have to wait -- just as caiaphas thought herself ready to tackle the rockslide that had demolished half of the familiar footpath on her road home, a second pitfall happened: four feet of startling snow.

rueful, caiaphas sorted out the many scents that lingered on the wind. she smelled deer, surprisingly -- and also a whiff of something, perhaps many days dead.. and now she scented something else; midar and alarian, their footprints coming to and fro along the snow-dappled meadow.